This bitch will fuck you up if you cross her. She will drop her Finger-Hut catalogue, push her scrap booking table out of the way and let her sunggie slide to the floor to take you on. Don't mess with her. She will take her teal PT cruiser and chase your ass down (unless she gets distracted by the local Dairy Queen). This woman will stab you with knitting needles and drape American flag fabric over your body and put in in an 18th century trunk she bought while at church flea market. She will take the trunk and bury you outside her cheap tract farmhouse in Woodenville. And if you interrupt her on the way to a Red Hat meeting...you are done...she will give you that look, and that's the last thing you will ever see. She can round up a whole bunch of Christan republican women and hunt you down.
Don't cross her up if there is one 3x patchwork quilt jacket left on the rack at Ross and you both grab it at the same time, she will slowly size you up, her glasses will slide down her nose and she will snatch that thing right out of your paws. I want everybody to be careful and beware......
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